Shakim Mitchell

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Anger's Embrace

I lay in a warm bed of anger,
Comforted by my rage,
Tempted to never rise,
Caressed by this angry lullaby,
My eyes close,
I feel its warm embrace,
It wraps me up but its touch is turning cold,
Its squeezes me I can feel it in my bones,
I'm changing turning into stone,
My once warm bed is no longer so
This tomb of anger is now my home

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